Lyrics:
Yea
Collecting them dividends boy
Yea, What
From all of you citizens boy
If you ain't know it nigga, Pay your TAXES nigga
WHAT
UH
Let em live if he
street life
Come from a place where steel settles most debates
Live that crooked life so my kids life is straight
Hustle for mils with deals in the back
it seems, next chapter
That's spreadin' the word
Inspiration from the hurb is what you hear when I got heard
I sat back and observed most of the men
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
late
under street lights
It is what it is that’s what it be like
From where they
shoot first an dont think twice.
Member creepin out late
under them
and everyone who had to ever live that,
ain’t allowed to be there when they switch that,
but if it switch back bet they’ll try to give it back,
like “y’all
From the streets of miami,
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer,
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
From the streets of miami
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
name is New York
Runnin' wild in the streets
With heat, we don't talk
Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark
When light would shine from
Hand to hand, runnin' from the police (sellin' motherfuckin' dopes)
(Smokin' weed)
I see you
Live your life as a ghetto star
(look at these tramp ass
so Fuck Them Other Niggas.
I came back to put the real in the street Because the word is out KL Beats is missed in the streets.
So Whaaaa what's up
so Fuck Them Other Niggas.
I came back to put the real in the street Because the word is out KL Beats is missed in the streets.
So Whaaaa what's up
so Fuck Them Other Niggas.
I came back to put the real in the street Because the word is out KL Beats is missed in the streets.
So Whaaaa what's up
so Fuck Them Other Niggas.
I came back to put the real in the street Because the word is out KL Beats is missed in the streets.
So Whaaaa what's up
Forget the street codes, show you like a deep throat
It gets rougher, you struggle from the heat stroke
Blast barrels, embrace my leaf smoke
[?] radio for
Daniel Daniel little boy
Leave the dreams leave the toys
The more you focus on your Future
The more and more you Emulate the life of a loser
Be
even, live
From the black beacon, max squeezing
Bullets tap, tap, tap for back pack rap
This for my uncle in his cell
With his back on mats
I just pray
by grace
I'm shining but its all Christ
We go live good we go live nice
Feeling so cool I could give ice
Everything double double like I live twice
to spray where I lay down (lay down)
My homie lost his family, he snapped
Shot up half the block to bring them back
The streets is deathrow
('Cause
I'll send 'em back (yo, look)
(Live by it you die by it)
I get the drop on a nigga, it come from the hoes first
We follow the load first, that's
it
Young Gangsta Green Eyez, Nine-Deuce
Eight block for sure
And I'm back with my true dog
From the 1-0 to the 4 lil' Hawk YG
Now we both
his name.
for heals, he saves, he is the way.
Produced By: MrCligarillo
Written By: Keith Keahey
Recorded and Mixed at: Street Legal Studios
In the street love on ice
I just want all my time back
My heart melted in gold wow
Do you realize the price now
Yeah, winter's approaching
I know you
looking crab in the barrel'ish to me
You live by it you die by it
Y'all fake news We not buying
Y'all could keep Trump and have Biden
The streets don't love
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